[Izaya walked around to the back of the chair and lowered his messenger bag into Rufus's field of vision before dropping it into his lap. A crooked smile followed an impulsive shift - Izaya crossed his fingers together and planted his arms against the chair's back before leaning in languidly on his stomach. The ceiling turned upside down, and he glanced askew into Rufus's face.]
Oh? I shouldn't have to remind you what day it is, ne Fufu? But maybe you're bitter because you're not loved~
[He smiled, a little laugh spilling out under his breath, because it's just so cute.]
Now, please open the bag.
[Izaya flickered his pointer finger suggestively toward the pouch.]